Magic lady metal

My dream was quite confusing, and the only one that involved something more mystical went like this: I was in a very dirty, disorganized, rusty, hot place, similar to Mad Max. It was a two-story building. The first floor was very cramped, with a small table with some stones, incense, and apparently handmade candles. Because the place was poorly ventilated, the smell and smoke spread everywhere. There was also a woman; I don't remember her face exactly, but she wore a cloth on her head and clothes that also seemed to belong in a dystopia. She told me that magic is a powerful tool and that it had been in my life for a long time; she said this repeatedly. In the low ceiling, there was a trapdoor that led to the second floor. It was more open and warmer; that's the only thing I remember about it.